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Saturday, June 14, 2003
Another day in the garage sale trenches.
Kat and I started off in the bug at 9 a.m., and hit a few sales. I scored a bunch of nifty things from an Everything's A Quarter box. Some unopened body glitter, a monkey head-nodder (monkey! head! nodder!) and some random cassettes for the car (yes, I know normal people's cars have CD players, but I'm still low-tech and besides with a cassette adapter I can listen to my MP3 player and hear This American Life whenever I want to) - 2 editions of Forever 80s: Love Songs, and Kate Bush The Whole Story, which I used to really love. If I don't love it anymore, then hey, I'm out a quarter. And I can put my Forever 80s tape back in and listen to Bonnie Tyler and the Bangles some more. I also found a lampshade for one of the lamps I bought a few weeks ago. If there is a 12-step program for lamps, I think I need to be in it.
Then we got to one of those weird sales where the people have waaaay too high of an opinion of what their stuff is worth, and you just keep looking at it all and going, yeah, right, ten dollars, uh-huh. But Kat is looking for bikes to take to Burning Man, for reasons involving popsicles (I don't have to understand this) and they were selling a bike for a neighbor for $15. This is an amazing girly-girl bike. It's all purple and teal and splattered paint and I believe that Bonnie Tyler and the Bangles were on the radio when it was first purchased, and the person riding it probably used a great deal of hair gel. Anyway, the bike was $15. And I have a bug and there's no way it was going to fit in there.
So, we popped over to Kat's mom's house to borrow her bigass Jeep. One of the nice things about my car is that people want to drive the little lime green bug and will usually trade their big, useful vehicle for it. We retrieved the Miami Vice bike and then moved on to the next sale, which turned out to be at the Museum of American Heritage. Lots of bizarre electronics, some old reel-to-reel tape machines and betamaxes and odd science-y stuff, much of which Kat snapped up for weird Burning Man projects. She also found a rusty bike with a 1952 license plate and a leather seat with the springs showing, which promptly went into the truck.
After that, we eventually got to an incredible estate sale. You know those people who never throw anything away? This is what happens when they die. What a crazy sale. Boxes and boxes of random shit, piles of magazines from when I was three years old, a history of fashion through hats and polyester dresses. For about five dollars I got a lamp (Hi, my name is Sara and I can't stop buying lamps with porcelain flowers on them), and some old necklaces that I'll take apart for the beads, some random sewing notions, a stack of magazines with great 70s illustrations (Family Circle presents: timeless fashions to knit and crochet - yeah, we'll see about that!), a planter and a really silly I Wuv You statuette, ©1967. What is this human emotion you call Wuv?
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